Spilt Coffee
It’s raining, droplets on the window,
People rushing, going places,
The heavy grey clouds, more rain,
My breath on the window, window fog.
Spilt coffee, it’s still hot.
My coffee getting cold,
The warmth fading, time slipping,
Footsteps around me, life in motion,
A moment frozen, lost in thought.
Spilt coffee, be careful.
Where are you now?
A world outside, so distant,
Raindrops race, our paths unknown,
We were holding hands, across a table.
Spilt coffee, hand shaking.
Inside, the quiet hum,
Eyes drift, mind wanders,
People talking, dreams unfold.
Memories linger, my heart is aching.
Spilt coffee, heart breaking.
The rain keeps falling,
Radio playing, words lost,
Rain is pouring, like my tears many nights,
In my heart, the love remains.
Spilt coffee, your drink not mine.
A clumsy move,
The cup tips over, liquid flows,
Coffee spills, a spreading stain,
Just like our love, slipping away.
Spilt coffee, final goodbye.
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Are You Gonna Stop Here?
We were driving down the coastline,
Radio up, hearts on fire.
Every mile, we left behind,
Was a drop of our desire.
You looked at me with those eyes,
Promises wrapped in lies.
Now the road’s a question mark,
In the silence of the dark.
Are you gonna stop here,
Or take me to the edge of the night?
Is this the end, my dear,
Or just another fight?
We’ve come so far, love,
But are we losing sight?
Are you gonna stop here,
Or make everything right?
Memories like the ocean breeze,
Fade but never truly leave.
Every sunset, every dream,
Is a shadow of what we believed.
You touched my hand, then let go,
Caught between yes and no.
Now the stars are falling fast,
Is this love too wild to last?
Are you gonna stop here,
Or take me to the edge of the night?
Is this the end, my dear,
Or just another fight?
We’ve come so far, love,
But are we losing sight?
Are you gonna stop here,
Or make everything right?
Every road has an end,
Every heart needs to mend.
But if we keep on driving,
Maybe we’ll find a new beginning.
Are you gonna stop here,
Or take me to the edge of the night?
Is this the end, my dear,
Or just another fight?
We’ve come so far, love,
But are we losing sight?
Are you gonna stop here,
Or make everything right?
Are you gonna stop here,
Are you gonna stop here,
Or make everything right?
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Hellfire and Holy Water
In realms where darkness reigns with iron might,
And nightmares roam the halls of tortured minds,
In the madness, hope so dimly shines,
A flame in the everlasting night.
From depths where evil's flames burn ever bright,
To sanctums where the sacred water binds,
In meliorism's* creed, the soul unwinds,
Finding solace in the midst of blight.
For in the heart of despair, a seed is sown,
A belief that goodness shall yet prevail,
Though demons laughter and wretchedness is shown, In meliorism's light, we shall not fail,
Through hellfire and holy water, we're thrown,
But in our faith, we find the holy grail.
* Melioism is the belief that we can contribute to positive change and improve the world through acts of love, creativity, compassion and kindness.
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Why Do Sunsets Break My Heart?
Why do sunsets break my heart?
Your soft hues mock my broken state,
A blazing inferno mimicking the passion nature ripped from my life.
Your fading light reminding me of the faded love I will never again taste,
The love that died and left this chasm in my chest.
Your soft hues that announce the rebirth of a new day,
A day I have to face without you,
The sunset, a closure to our story.
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Late Summer Nights
Late summer nights in our bookshop hideaway,
You, me, us, the sweet prose,
The vintage chairs,
The novels you love,
The smiles in the warm light,
The moments we create, so fine,
Late summer nights in our bookshop hideaway,
Now a treasure, in memories, divine.
Tsundoku* stacks, our unread troves,
You, me, us, the endless rows,
The covers touched, the adventures explored,
The authors you love, the poets I read,
The shared words, the worlds we live,
The magic in the quiet air,
The chapters we cherish, so fine,
Tsundoku stacks, our unread troves,
Now a treasure, in memories, divine.
*Japanese; the phenomenon of acquiring books but letting them pile up in one's home without reading them. The term is also used to refer to books ready for reading later when they are on a bookshelf.
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In the Blink of an Eye
Soft as a sigh,
the fragrance curls around my thoughts,
tangles in my hair,
settles like dust on my skin.
In the hot dusk of summer,
I walk,
trailing dew drops of vanilla-scented perfume,
a memory lingering in the air.
My name, as sweet as honey on your lips,
is sung among the fae;
you make my heart akin to the gentle flutter
of fairy wings at dawn.
With every step I take,
my world brightens with your presence—
a sanctuary where I find peace,
a haven amidst life's chase.
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Nightshade
Your lips, like petals soft and sweet,
Oozing tantalizing words, a potent feat.
Yet within your depths, a bitter sting,
A dangerous allure, I can't resist but cling.
I succumb to your intoxicating trance,
Like a moth drawn to a flickering chance.
For in your web, I find my doom,
The wolf's mournful cry, a nightshade's gloom.
But oh, the ecstasy we share,
A love so tempestuous, beyond compare.
Though it may end in sorrow's wake,
Your nightshade kiss, my heart cannot forsake.
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Floral Blessings
Floral blessings fall,
Anthophile's heart dances free,
Nature's sweet allure.
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Gardens so lush, where blessings generously fall,
Floral delights, in hues of vibrant grace,
Anthophile hearts heed nature's tender call.
With petals kissed by sun's sweet gentle thrall,
Each bloom a gift, a delicate space,
In gardens lush, where blessings generously fall.
The anthophile, in reverence, stands tall,
Enraptured by each blossom's artful trace,
Anthophile hearts heed nature's tender call.
In fragrant air, where perfumed breezes sprawl,
A palette of colours interlace,
In gardens lush, where blessings generously fall.
Among the blooms, the anthophile doth sprawl,
In love with nature's boundless, endless space,
Anthophile hearts heed nature's tender call.
In every petal, life's grandeur appall,
In every bud, a glimpse of lovers face,
In gardens lush, where blessings generously fall,
Anthophile hearts heed nature's tender call.
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Lend Me Your Love (Version 1)
Lend me your love,
like a river to a thirsty land,
let it flow unbidden,
quenching the drought of my soul.
Lend me your love,
a soothing melody in the chaos,
guiding me through the darkest nights,
until the dawn of our shared light.
Lend me your love,
and I'll build a home for us,
where our hearts can rest,
in the safety of each other's arms.
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The Silken Robe of Midnight’s Air
In the silken robe of midnight's air,
Stars coil, a serpent's twisted hiss,
Each breath a shroud, a veil of somber bliss,
Obsidian sky, a cloak beyond compare.
Beneath the moon's pale, haunting glare,
The stars, like eyes, in the abyss,
Watch over the world, in the night's dark kiss,
As mysteries unfold in this nocturnal affair.
This midnight robe, in its dark despair,
Enfolds the world in its claws of dread,
A scene of gloom, where truths are fed,
In the depths of darkness, beyond repair.
Thus, in the heart of night's bleak lair,
The silken robe of darkness, silently spread.
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A Traveler’s Reverie
In foreign lands, where tongues unknown fill the air,
I walk alone, beneath the sun's bright gleam,
Each step I take, a journey to somewhere,
In search of signs lost within a dream.
Through fields of gold and cities made of stone,
I trace the lines of stories to be told,
In every face, a tale that's all its own,
In every voice, a history gently unfolds.
Yet as I wander through this wondrous place,
I find the truth I've sought has always been,
Not in the sights I see or paths I trace,
But in the depths of what I feel within.
For in this reverie, I come to know,
The greatest journey lies in letting go.
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Where Butterflies Never Die
Where butterflies never die,
we drift on the wind,
sunlight shimmering on our wings,
forever in a world of flowers,
untouched by time.
Through fields of endless bloom,
we flutter with the dawn,
accepting the warmth of golden rays,
and rest on the fragrant leaves,
where the scent of freedom fills the air.
In this haven of perpetual spring,
we find our home,
where love blossoms in every heart,
and the promise of forever flutters with us,
where butterflies never die.
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Washed Ashore
Upon the shores, my feet sink into the sand,
I wander, seeking solace in the sun,
And amidst the driftwood and seaweed's sway,
A shard of history, washed ashore, does lay.
With hesitant fingers, I pick it up,
A piece of a vase, once held high, once held up,
In its delicate curves, a story is told,
A tale of memories, of brown and gold.
In the intricate patterns, I see a reflection,
Of a vase that graced my grandparent's collection,
With each line and each curve, a memory stirs,
Of laughter, of love, of joyful words.
As I hold this fragment of time in my hand,
I'm transported to a distant land,
Where the scent of jasmines lingered in the air,
And time itself seemed to tenderly pass and care.
Bittersweet waves crash upon my soul,
As the past and the present gently roll,
In the heartache of longing, and the joy of recall,
I find myself standing, both big and small.
In this shard of a vase, I find a link,
To the love that never ceases to make me think,
Of the moments we shared, both happy and sore,
Now washed ashore, like never before.
With each gentle wave that kisses the sand,
I feel their presence, hand in hand,
In the salty breeze, in the ocean's roar,
I find solace in the memories of yore.
So I walk on, with the vase in my hand,
A piece of the past, both fragile and grand,
In its shattered beauty, a story is recalled,
Of love and loss, of brown and gold.
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Barefoot Walks
Barefoot walks beneath a sable sky,
Where musk of the night mingle
With the sultry secrets of the earth,
With the caress of the breeze.
We trace ancient paths,
Footprints upon the shore,
Where time's tides wash away
The history of yesterday.
Dinosaurs in the sand,
Fossils of days of past,
Buried beneath layers of memory,
Yet, uncovered by the touch of our hands.
As our lips touch in the flickering firelight,
Our souls intertwine,
Lost in the rhythm of the waves,
In a world where only we exist.
The heat of the night ignites,
A flame that burns,
With a passion as old as the stars,
As we surrender to the enchantment
Of this timeless moment.
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Humid, Starlit Nights
Under humid, starlit nights,
In the soft embrace of yonder's glow,
A mother bird, tender and light,
Nestled her eggs, in love’s steady flow.
Through twilight’s whispers and dawn's sweet sighs,
She guarded them with a heart so wide,
Wings a shield from the world’s harsh eyes,
In the warm nest, side by side.
The eggs, they cracked, and life emerged,
Tiny chirps filled the night’s soft air,
She fed them, taught them, their spirits surged,
With love so deep, beyond compare.
But as the days turned into flight,
And the nestlings took to the sky,
Their hearts drifted far from her sight,
Leaving her to wonder why.
On humid, starlit nights alone,
She sat with memories bittersweet,
The stars her only company shown,
Her heart heavy with each beat.
Her wings grew frail, her song a sigh,
The nest now empty, cold and stark,
Under yonder's far-reaching sky,
Her spirit faded in the dark.
One dawn they sought her, their hearts contrite,
But the nest was empty, her song was gone,
She had fallen, silent in the night,
To the hard, humid ground.
Under the humid, starlit sky,
They found her where the moonlight crept,
In the nest yonder, with a final sigh,
She lay in peace, where once she wept.
They mourned her loss, too late they cried,
In the stillness of that quiet night,
Realizing the love they had denied,
Under yonder’s endless light.
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Sultry in Saffron
Sweat drips slow,
beads of lust on bronzed skin,
the air thick with heat,
sultry in saffron,
amber heat clings,
to skin and breath.
You are a wild thing,
wrapped in gold and fire,
hips swaying to the rhythm
of our hidden heartbeats,
a dance of tongues and flesh,
in shadows and sun.
The room is dark,
but your eyes are flames,
embers catching,
spreading the burn
in the depth of our gaze,
smoldering in each stolen touch.
I taste the salt of your desire,
drink deep the honeyed musk,
our bodies a tangled web,
a sonnet of moans and murmurs,
echoing off the walls,
sultry in saffron.
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Orbit Of My Dreams
Wrapped in the arms of darkness,
I find you, the constant pull,
guiding me through the vastness,
a gravitational force, strongly felt.
My Love,
you trace the arcs of my aspirations,
circling the edges of my consciousness,
like a satellite of affection.
Your presence, you are the orbit of my dreams,
playing the melody of my heart's yearning,
drawing me closer
to the gravity of our eternal unity.
In the orbit of my dreams,
you are the focal point,
the axis upon which my universe spins,
forever bound, forever intertwined.
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Harmony of Birdsong at Dawn
Through the open window,
the first notes flutter,
softly awakening,
delicate and pure,
carried through the air
like whispers of a gentle breeze.
The harmony of birdsong at dawn
rises in a masterpiece,
melodies intertwining,
echoing in the stillness,
each chirp and trill
bringing promises to the day’s new light.
The harmony of birdsong at dawn
lifts the heart,
and for a while,
all is right,
all is whole,
all is at peace.
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What If I Lost You?
What if I lost you?
The morning sun would rise, still,
but the light would shatter,
splintering into shards
that pierce the silent air,
a puzzle of broken dawn.
What if I lost you?
The songs of birds, once melodies,
would turn to empty cacophonies,
hollow notes hanging
in a sky bereft of colour,
a symphony of sorrow.
What if I lost you?
The flowers would bloom,
but their hues would fade,
petals wilting with each breath,
their fragrance lost in the wind,
a garden of forgotten beauty.
What if I lost you?
The rivers would flow, yet
their laughter would cease,
the waters running cold
over stones that bear
the weight of absence.
What if I lost you?
The stars would still shine,
but their light would falter,
a dim reflection in the night,
their twinkle a distant memory
of dreams once shared.
What if I lost you?
The seasons would change,
but their rhythm would falter,
autumn leaves falling
with a sound that only
heartache understands.
What if I lost you?
The moon would rise,
casting shadows long and deep,
its silver glow of a once
warmth lost
to the cold embrace of solitude.
What if I lost you?
The world would continue,
indifferent to the fracture
of my soul,
but I would see only fragments,
beauty scattered and broken,
a life painted in shades of grief.
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Wild Berries
Love in the bloom of summer's delight,
Where days stretch long and hearts feel light,
Beneath the skies of azure blue,
I found a world where dreams come true.
Among the fields, where wildflowers dance,
In nature's song, we found our chance,
Hand in hand, through meadows wide,
With love as our eternal guide.
We wandered down a secret trail,
Where breezes play, soft and frail,
And there, in nature's secret space,
We stumbled on a hidden place.
Wild berries, kissed by morning dew,
Their colours bright, their taste so true,
We picked them with a tender care,
A simple joy beyond compare.
Each berry, sweet as summer's kiss,
A moment of pure joy and bliss,
Together in that sunny glade,
A memory that will never fade.
So here's to summer's gentle ways,
To endless skies and golden days,
And to the love that time can't sever,
In fields of wild berries, forever.
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